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I think I died this time |
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Suffered bullet holes |
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And stop wounds in my side |
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I think I'm solving crime |
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I've got a couple of clues |
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And a hunch that swells like a fool boy |
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Time, make time for us, make time for us |
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Can't even sing for words |
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You know I'm far too shameful |
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It's not fair |
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I think I've lost my math |
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I've got some figures and facts |
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And other clues that help follow your tracks |
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I think I've lost my legs |
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Knowing me they're sittin' at the bottom of the deep blue sea |
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Make time for us, make time for us |
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Can't even sing for words |
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You know I'm far too shameful |
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Ships with, ships with holes will sink |
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And I will swim |
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Ships with, ships with holes will sink |
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And I will... |
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Ships with, ships with holes will sink |
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And I will swim |
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Swim... Make time for us, make time for us |
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Can't even sing for words |
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You know I'm far too shameful |
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It's not fair |
